I don't really need to be inspired by literature though. At the end of the day it's colour and imagery moved around until it works.
Up until about 12 years ago we never, ever, wore flak jacket or helmets but now the nastiness has got worse.
Buddhism is not a creed, it is a doubt.
Politics should be, you know, as exciting as literature, as exciting film.
It's easy to get a loan unless you need it.
It is that faculty by which we discover and enjoy the beautiful, the picturesque, and the sublime in literature, art, and nature; which recognizes a noble thought, as a virtuous mind welcomes a pure sentiment by a involuntary glow of satisfaction. But while the principle of perception is inherent in the soul, it requires a certain amount of knowledge to draw out and direct it.
I would rather be ignorant than knowledgeable of evils.
There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.
I am already so popular that anyone who vilifies me becomes more popular than I am.
I was so very interested in literature and so relatively uninterested in the movies when I was a teenager.
If Milosevic is to be tried, he has to be tried by a proper court, an impartial, properly constituted court which has international respect.
The pleasure we derive from doing favors is partly in the feeling it gives us that we are not altogether worthless. It is a pleasant surprise to ourselves.
No matter what Aristotle and the Philosophers say, nothing is equal to tobacco; it's the passion of the well-bred, and he who lives without tobacco lives a life not worth living.
In my experience, men are not necessarily less sensitive or compassionate than women are, and women are not necessarily any less aggressive or competitive than men are - as a matter of fact, often they are more so!
No pen can give an adequate description of the all-pervading corruption produced by slavery.
The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly.
We sometimes received - and I would read - 200 manuscripts a week. Some of them were wonderful, some were terrible; most were mediocre. It was like the gifts of the good and bad fairies.
When modern writers gave up telling stories, they gave up the greatest thing we had.
Seine et Danube was launched in 2003 with the help of Romanian authorities who had finally realized the necessity of promoting literature and Romanian culture in general. Along with focusing on the literature of the countries the Danube traversed (with an emphasis on Romania), we printed work that interested us from the banks of the Seine: French and French-Romanian authors like Cioran and Fondane. We dedicated our last edition to surrealism and Esthetic Onirisme.
What good is a writer if he can't destroy literature? And us. . . what good are we if we don't help as much as we can in that destruction?